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It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”The tears and anger overflowed, yet Janiya was still conscious enough to remain respectful. But this day was the day to tell the truth. It was way overdue, and it was time for her to set the record straight between them. With her hand on her hip, she wagged her finger at them.“You two are not the people Zane talked about and praised endlessly. The people he just knew, who were going to love me.” She chuckled, hurtfully shaking her head as the tears fell.“You know what Zane told me, he’s the man he is today because you two raised him to be fair, loving, and non-biased. And yet! The very people who taught him that! You're sitting up here hating me so much to the point of hurting your on

The shock and joy of seeing his Baba start walking toward him. He was still moving more slowly than usual, but he was actually walking without any assistance.Zane stood, then dropped to his knees and began to cry, bawling, crying hard. Janiya went to his side.“Aw, baby, why are you crying?” His tears of joy set off tears in everyone else. Janiya wipes Zane's tears. “Look at Baba, at how handsome and strong he looks.”As Baba got closer, Zane got up hurriedly, taking his grandfather into a bear hug of love.“Thank God for this blessing! Your walking, Baba, you’re walking.” Zane uttered over and over.It was an excellent way to end the night; the family stood there, hugging each other. It truly was a thrilling welcome-home party with his family.Zane loved his wife more than he thought possible. Later that night, his touch was gossamer, almost magical, his fingers sliding over her breast and down her flat belly. Janiya could not believe the exquisite torture wringing spasms of heat, c

It was also real in that, when he finished touring, he had time to relax completely and focus on nothing but him and Janiya. Janiya realized that, on the outside, his life looked super cool, and that fame and glory seemed exciting and fun. But in reality, it was demanding all your time, and Zane’s body was in pain a lot.The most difficult part for Janiya was that she hardly ever saw him after they left his grandparents' home. Entertainers didn’t exactly keep 9-5 hours, so neither did Zane, away from home for almost two months. His night was his days, and his days were his nights. When he would be up in the mornings, sitting at the breakfast table with me, his cell didn’t stop ringing, so he mainly ended up eating breakfast alone.But Zane was good at his job, and Janiya did get a little surge of pride when she thought about how successful he was and how hard he worked to achieve it. Mostly, she didn’t mind his work. And since she already had her own life and career in place, and they

“Babe, you can do this. I’ll be right by your side.” Zane reassured her as she agreed.It was the first one and the last one he did because he felt he owed it to his fans. Besides, he wanted them to meet his lovely Janiya at least once. Neither the excitement nor the reporters fazed Zane. The only thing he thought about was Janiya.She wasn’t gorgeous, but she was beautiful. Sweet, he thought. He stared at her beautiful brown eyes, small, shaped face, and that winning smile of Janiya’s. Sometimes it was as simple as the way she tilted her head to the side that captivated him.Before turning on the camera, Janiya asked him. “Zee, how do I look? I’ll be up close and personal with the people of China.”Zane took this as an opportunity to gaze upon his wife's outer beauty from head to toe."Turn around, said Zane, examining her trim waistline, lovely hips, and her sexy butt.“You look just fine to me. No, I take that back. You look good enough to eat.” He winked at her, puckering his lips

“I’m going to bed, guys. Mom, thanks for a lovely dinner.” Zane says as he helps Niya up from the table.“Good night, Mom and Elisa, we’ll see you two in the morning.”“Zane and Janiya? I’m sorry about Trice. I don’t know what’s got into him.”"It’s okay, Momma," Janiya whispers, clinging to her mom. Tears linger in her eyes. "I’m just so grateful you’re here."Lying in bed. “Niya, what’s up with your brother?” Zane asks, caressing Janiya’s stomach.“I really don’t know. We were close, and I knew that my leaving home was hard for him. But he seemed to be okay with it. So I don’t really know. I’m tired, sweetie, I’m going to sleep, kiss me.”The drive to Zane’s grandparents' home in the Countryside was enjoyable. Janiya glanced out the window, feeling a little sense of relief, while quietly praying that Trice would continue to keep his cool about whatever was bothering him. As the rural scenery slipped by, Zane explained that it was the day before the Chinese 15-day-long celebration. H